Some other Sub Zero Bi Han pieces i made(ft Noob)

Ugh, more mk character studies, Lin Kuei brothers 🥷

Bro ive been literally looking at this ask for months and i keep delaying it over and over again because im a procastinator. Im so sorry bby, but better late than never right????? I hope u like it <33333

Now, where were we?

Boob.

Y/N was a blatant headache.

Ever since she had volunteered to provide the Lin Kuei with temporary help as one of their numbers, she had not stopped causing trouble. And it wasn't like people weren't grateful for her help; sometimes her tech-savvy abilities became crucial to modernizing the Lin Kuei's warfare style, which they were chronically stuck in.

But then again, Y/N also had this small perk of always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. And for men like Bi-Han, this could become quickly exhausting.

Like the one time Y/N leaned over the propped late Grandmaster's armor, successfully creating a domino effect when it loudly fell onto an exhibition sword, which then fell onto a hundred-year-old vase, which then tipped over an ink recipient that spilled onto Bi-Han's mother's wedding dress.

That was the first and last guided tour of the Lin Kuei Siheyuan.

Or that one time Sektor had been leaning over the engine of one of the first vehicles owned by the Lin Kuei, asking Y/N to hold up the lantern as she made an attempt to find the source of a strange noise stemming from it. When the engine suddenly roared, Y/N, spooked, dropped the hood over Sektor's back.

Bi-Han wanted her out.

It was enough to deal with people he did not consider meet up to his clans standards, let alone a small sized hurricane of misery and destruction that kept the vein on his forehead popping and his breathing unstable.

He was a man of very few words, and he would not waste time in telling her to leave. So, stomping in her unknowing direction, the man prepared to blast "Leave these premises" into her face, but before the talking, came the shoving, and as he approached, with an open palm, the woman turned around to meet his face, and thus, it happened.

It was soft.

It was also round.

His palm wrapped around her breast in an almost nervous squeeze that made the woman's eyes widen with shock, and her lips part in awe. His hand was rough and firm.

Uncomfortably cold.

He did not move. She did not either. Words stuck in his throat. Y/N had never seen a man turn such a shade of crimson, sweating profusely, and his jaw tight. She believed he might have been close to strangling her.

Y/N's hand softly guided Bi-Han's away from her left boob, lips pressed together awkwardly before whispering.

"Whatever happened to hello? How are you? Would you like to go out for dinner?"

Overwhelmed by the situation, Bi-Han cleared his throat and made an attempt, a useless one at that, of decorum.

"Watch yourself." He said before turning around and walking away.

At an alarming pace.

It’s been a while since I last drew something, but as I return to writing, I wanted to create some art for my fic. I tried to illustrate the cover of the book that the reader finds in In the Middle of the Night—the first part of The Savior Series. It was a bit challenging to capture exactly how I described it, so I went with a more minimal approach. Hope you all like it! See you soon in the next chapter.❤️